Dio And Giorno Novels & Stories

One of my friends that are in on the bet had called me to ask about how it’s all going, thankfully Gabriella doesn’t speak Italian. The call - L - Cosa vuoi che faccia Deigo? Sono allo stupido appuntamento non posso chiamarti ora (What do you want Diego? I’m on the stupid date I can’t call you now) D - Sempre educato come sempre. Comunque solo chiamando per vedere come sta andando con la cagna americana? (Still as polite as ever i see. Anyway just calling to see how it’s going with the american bitch?)

Alessandro smiles at me, lifts his head from my legs, and presses a light kiss to my stomach before getting up and putting on some black checkered pajama bottoms but still shirtless and his tattooed chest is exposed, so fucking hot. "Let's go get you some breakfast" He said and I slipped my panties and shorts back on, he stretched his hand out for mine, and as I started to walk, I stumbled a little, which obviously made him grin. "Zio zio!" Enzo yells, clinging onto Alessandro's legs as we enter the kitchen; Alessandro lifts him up and carries him with just one arm. (Italian Translation. Uncle)

I said, my tone growing sad. "Oh? Well, you selected Atlas, who is a fine horse. I'm sure you two will make amazing choices. We are proud of our work here.” I said, petting Aeraki. "Very nice to meet you, Ismene-Eirene. Since you call my brother here Andy, you can call me Dio. It's charming that you worried for him and Atlas.” Dio said, his tone warm and friendly. "And that's why I asked Andy for help. Horses are something of a thing in our families,” he explained. "

Kate joined with a smile and motioning with her thumb and pointer something small. “Have a good day ladies.” Dario rolled his eyes, gave me another quick peck and walked out. “You too Fiore Mio…” I tested it out, and he gave me a smirk over his shoulder. That and his fine ass... yeah, I think I made the right decision. Actually, I should have slapped it as he left. Oh, that would have been a good. Why didn’t I think of that before? “What is the Italian word for Troublemaker?”

Dario spoke, surprised. Gio pushed aside Siena’s stroller and opened his arms to pull Dario into a hug. “Yes, of course—I don’t like Johnny or Luca, but there is hope for you!” He spoke as he pulled away and placed his hands on Dario’s shoulders. “Dana?” Gio called out and looked behind him to talk to his wife. “Do you like Johnny and Luca?” Gio didn’t even have to finish his sentence, because Dana had already shook her head. “Johnny’s a bit better than Luca, but both are trash.”

He mocked. "Ugh... just forget, "It's Kenzo. Why do you bear 'Giordana'?" "Well, mom is half Italian although she was born and raised in America. She decided to name me after her maternal grandmother and the name is the Italian translation for Jordan," I explained. "Oh, cool," He nodded. "And by the way, I'll call you Kenny or Ken instead of Philip," I announced with a big grin. "Noooo!" He groaned. " I hate that name."

In the time that I have been bound to Leonardo, I have come to learn a lot from him and learn a lot about him. Arrigo Gabriele Leonardo is a very powerful man who holds a high position in the Leonardo Mafia and for that reason he doubts every single person he comes across and every man that works for him. So he has taken to confiding in me because I am in the literal sense, his slave. Since I have become his human diary, I know everything that there is to know about Arrigo.

They knew better. The moment I stepped outside, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it free, glancing down at the message—a video. Flames devouring a villa, smoke rising into the night sky, men screaming as they fled into nothingness. Below it, in crisp Italian: “È fatto, Daviolo.” It’s done, Daviolo. A slow wicked smile tugged at my lips. I whispered back, “Sciammato, bastardo.” Checkmate, bastard.

(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said. The man hand trembles as he pulled his hand away with an audible gulp. "No, nemmeno io ho così tanto desiderio di morte"( No not even I have that much of a death wish) the man said fear evident in his voice. Isabella wondered who this Leonardo person was and why was he so feared but as she started to put two and two together her heart began racing in her chest as she remembered where she heard that name before.

Babyface I mean Franco storms out the room with me and Gio close behind him. "A word of advice Miss I mean Demi" Gio corrects himself "Franco likes you, like a lot. I've known him since we were kids and he has never flirted with anyone like he does with you" I stop in the hall allowing Franco to get a little ways ahead of us so we can continue this conversation. "Gio I like Franco and appreciate you looking out for him, loyalty is very important in this line of work from what I've come to understand" I say.